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It was sort of weird. Being with Jim usually involved having people around, but now they were all alone, making their way through the usual crowd in LAX. Come to think about it, both of them loved having an active social life. Maybe that was why she hadn’t needed any major adjusting over the last ten days in LA.
…?
Silvia would’ve punched herself best Fight Club style. She had only minutes left with him and she was pondering about their social habits? Really?
She checked in for her flight and they headed to the boarding area in no hurry.
“So you think you can be back by January ten.”
“Yup. I gotta report to work with Jo on the fifteenth, but I want a couple of free days before that.”
They walked a whole minute in silence.
Silvia wondered why all of a sudden they didn’t seem to have anything left to say. Why were they avoiding eye contact? Why did she feel like getting into the boarding
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